A LOUNGER
They're off to hear the Prophet patter,
This yer's a day of jubilee.
VOICES.
Come along, we're late I reckon...
There's our Matt, I see him beckon...
How d'ye do, marm? glad to meet you.
Silence, Hiram, or I'll beat you...
Emm, there's brother Jones a-looking...
Here's warm weather, how I'm cooking!